to slow down the mental decay.
I drank the glue and resin
but it doesn't help it stick.
I remembered things from years ago
things I had thought forgot.
But seeing them in photographs,
has turned me into a liar.
My brain distorts experiences
like I'm the king of photoshop.
But nothing ever makes much sense
when I realize who I am.
Inside a loose leaf memo
is a note addressed to myself.
It tells me never to hold on to things
you didn't ask for in the first place.
Once I was a turtle,
with an unpenetrable shell.
Or so I thought, but I was wrong.
I fell pray to that crushing spell. Sometimes though, what you're given
is so much greater than what you had.
It doesn't matter how you've gotten it,
it just matters what you have.
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